Mingtian Youzun

Under the firewood on a snowy night, ten-year-old Ji Xuanqian didn't know where he came from. He only remembered that his master Lu Li brought him back to Liuxi Village from the snow. Three unmarked swords leaned quietly in the corner, and there was an unknown spiritual stone hidden deep in the left lung. When the roar of the fifth-level beast king shook the mountains and fields, and when there was a notice at the entrance of the village offering a reward for "those who secretly hide exotic spiritual stones", Lu Li disappeared into the wind and snow, leaving only a piece of paper saying "Don't wait for me, don't look for me." In the Mingxin Hall outside Linyuan City, the young Ji Xuanqian used a carving knife as a pen and an iron piece as paper. The air he draws with his left hand can dim the candlelight; in the mist on the cliff, there is an ancient saying like a knife, which predicts "seventeen blood spattered on Qingwu Road". Master Chen sighed: "If the road is wrong, no matter how good your ears are, you will not be able to hear the true words of heaven and earth." This is a story about a young man buried in snow, looking for his way back between the edge of a sword and the marks of ink. When the three swords whispered under the bed, when the lights of the Lin family lit up for him, the destined wind and snow had quietly gathered outside Qingwu Town.